Week and a half of nagging to FINALLY get the BF’s address, and that only because put my foot down about her going unless we had it. Well, I have the street address, at least. Still don’t have the apartment number. Sheesh.
Sigh…no one let the puppy out. Okay, clean it up. What did that baby just do? How can one small boy-child have that much fluid in him? Okay, clean it up. Pull all the bedding. Go pick up the paper towels off the floor from the dog. Spray the vinegar cleaner. Wipe up. No good to speak out. It is Spring Break and all school-age brains have been turned off for the duration. Laundry. Warm enough to hang ‘em outside to make the blankies smell goooood.
Buddha Boy has runny nose, distended tummy, and overly warm. Please, God, it is simply allergies and Gerber’s ‘best.’
Babysitting. Portapen in my room. Guess it’s about 4:00 in the morning? 6:00? Dunno, it’s dark. Third time to get up with boy child. He’s congested. Third bottle. Wet diaper. Third time. Better start feeding more solids during the day. Okay, take off wet one. Get dry ready. Take wet one outside. Back to bed. Up at 8:00 with boy. How come his clothes and the bed are wet? Huh? Oh, no. I didn’t. Yep, I did. Or, rather, I really truly didn’t. Didn’t put the clean diaper on the baby before going back to sleep…sigh…
Boy’s mama is back from her co-ed slumber party and I am free for a bit. Go outside, dig in the dirt. I’ll feel better. Dozens of Iris that have been in containers for a couple of years. Timing is right to get the new bed ready. Yep, couple hours work and it’s looking good.
Okay, I am ready to pinch little mama’s head off. Deal was you go spend the night with your new squeeze. I will watch your child. When you get back, you put that child back as your number one priority—which has NOT been the case for the last week. So what does she do as soon as she gets home? She puts baby boy to bed (even though he just woke up from a two hour nap) so she can talk on the phone to the young man she left not 45 minutes ago. Chivvy her out of that. So then she puts baby boy in his high chair and gives him baby sausages. Sits at the table with him until the stuff is pretty well gone (and not all in HIS mouth—one of the dogs is smart enough to eat really well). Great, she is working at it like she agreed. Boyfriend calls again. And what does she do now? Tells him she will call back? Chats, but sticks with the kid? Uh, no. She leaves baby IN high chair, goes outside to talk to BF on the phone while she smokes. After a few minutes, when Buddha Boy starts to cry, I go tell her her child needs attention and what does she say? Oh, he’s still in the high chair, isn’t he.
I.Am.Going.To.Throw.That.Phone.Against…deep breath…no, no, no, don’t do that, won’t serve any useful purpose. Breathe deep. And again. One more time. How do I get through that kind of dain bramage? I hate teenagers….sigh…Maybe I will tell her grandmother to have a chat. Not that it will do any good for EITHER of us to talk with her. But for that boy-child’s sake, I think we sure do have to try.
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New day. I am calm. I am resolute…I am tired. Stayed up too late reading a new book. Other little mama needs to take baby girl-child to daycare every day through Spring Break week, at least for a couple of hours, to keep her place. But we have until 9:00 to get her there. Surely better than 7:00 in the AM, at any rate. Think I have finally convinced this one that her baby is much happier if she can stretch and wriggle and rumble around in the bassinet to her heart’s content. That horseshoe pillow is great with the acid reflux, but she is almost three months old. Bad to be kept all squnched-ed up all the time. Couple more months until girl-child is more than an itty bitty lump to me. Just in time for mom to look for a summer job. Thank you, God, she is receptive to the idea. Just tie the money carrot in front of her and she will charge off wherever you want her to go. Not such a bad thing. I might even be persuaded to let her keep some of it. LOL
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